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IN FLANDERS FIELDS the poppies blow 


Between the crosses row on row, 


That mark our place; and in the sky 


The larks, still bravely singing, fly 


Scarce heard amid the guns below. 


~~


We are the Dead. Short days ago 


We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, 


Loved and were loved, and now we lie 


In Flanders fields. 


~~


Take up our quarrel with the foe: 


To you from failing hands we throw 


The torch; be yours to hold it high. 


If ye break faith with us who die 


We shall not sleep, though poppies grow 


In Flanders fields.


~~


By Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD 
(1872-1918), Canadian Army

~~~~~~




These heroes blood flows over the soil of 


this new state of ours.  Right here, you 


heroes dwell in a friendly homeland.  So you 


rest here secure and calm.  Beside the 


monuments to the Mehmets, rest all you 


Johnnies, in each others embrace.  And all 


you mothers who sent their sons from so far 


away, wipe away your tears.  Your sons now 


sleep so very secure and in peace.  Once they 


gave their lives in this soil, they are our 


sons as well from now on.



 Kemal Ataturk, 1934








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